Because there was an underground Yin Dragon Vein in the mountain, this place was essentially a natural corpse-raising ground, and an ancient one at that.
Coupled with the frigid temperature inside the mountain belly and the countless coffins scattered about, Bai Feng had already vaguely guessed the identity of the divine king the old man in the black Taoist robe spoke of.
As for Mi Baixue standing beside him, she had also thought of a possibility.
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